Back Where the Pines Breathe

(Verse 1)
Raised on sirens, streetlight glow,
Concrete cracks and nowhere to go,
Windows rattlin’ from the midnight trains,
Learned to sleep through the chaos and pain.
Neighbors talk through paper-thin walls,
Dreams get lost in the city’s calls,
But I’d close my eyes and see something else—
A dirt road winding by itself.

(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah, I’d trade neon for a sky full of stars,
Trade these boots for a beat-up old car…

(Chorus)
Take me back where the pines breathe slow,
Where the river runs and the cold winds blow,
Give me a line, a hook, and time to waste,
Not this rat race I can’t escape.
I ain’t lost, just outta place,
In a world that moves at a breakneck pace,
I was raised in the city, yeah that’s my home—
But I come alive where the wild things roam.

(Verse 2)
Got a tackle box in the back of my truck,
Rust on the hinges, but it still brings luck,
Old camo jacket, smells like smoke,
From nights by the fire tellin’ half-true jokes.
Dawn breaks quiet through the trees,
Breath hangs heavy in the autumn breeze,
That first cast cuts through glassy water—
Man, that silence hits harder.

(Pre-Chorus)
No horns, no crowds, no pressure to be,
Just the sound of the wind and me…

(Chorus)
Take me back where the pines breathe slow,
Where the river runs and the cold winds blow,
Give me a line, a hook, and time to waste,
Not this rat race I can’t escape.
I ain’t lost, just outta place,
In a world that moves at a breakneck pace,
I was raised in the city, yeah that’s my home—
But I come alive where the wild things roam.

(Bridge – gritty / half-spoken)
Yeah, I learned how to fight just to get by,
Keep your head down, don’t ask why,
But out here, man, I don’t gotta pretend—
The woods don’t judge, they just let you in.

(Breakdown Chorus – softer start, builds)
Take me back… where it all feels right,
Cracklin’ fire in the dead of night,
No lies, no masks, no crowded room—
Just dirt, and stars, and the smell of pine bloom…

(Final Chorus – full band, powerful)
Take me back where the pines breathe slow,
Where the river runs and the cold winds blow,
Give me a line, a hook, and time to waste,
Not this rat race I can’t escape.
I ain’t lost, just outta place,
I just found my truth in a quieter space,
Yeah I was raised in the city, that’s how it goes—
But my soul belongs where the wild wind blows.

(Outro)
Yeah, my soul belongs where the wild wind blows…

Country rock, gritty